Flint Ironwood.
Flint finally managed to see something. What he saw didn't please him though. ,,You." He croaked.
Green-Root sniffed. ,,Why, hello to you too." He hissed amiably. ,,These Narza'tai are truly something, aren't they? Whisked you away from that demigod and put you right in our lap. Now hold still, the healers are trying to mend your legs. Don't worry, we'll have all the time in the world for a friendly chat later." He added and walked away.
,,Someone you know?" Vasha asked. The Argonian shrugged. ,,Something like that."
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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